Ask To Restore a Haven

[Rishe Vakren]

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The outpost bustled with modest activity as a few shuttles arrived at the hangar, delivering people in stately uniforms and outfits rather than the typical cargo. A forum to discuss the reactivation of the Anaxes Haven station was to take place on this trading outpost, built in the middle of the Anaxes asteroid field. It served as an effective enough middle ground between the most prominent parties; representatives from Neimoidia, Balmorra, and Chandrilla. A conference room had been rented by the Jedi Order, and was probably under hasty renovation by the station staff right now to get it in order before the suits all arrived.

Of course, the representatives all had to be convinced into working towards a common good. The Jedi Order had this difficult task, but Rishe was looking forward to it. Politics was much more engaging when you were playing the game rather than being the pawn, and she had the experience from Cato Neimoidia to thank for the new outlook. This conference felt like a natural escalation, with three or more parties interacting and working for individual goals. But this time, she didn't need to hide her affiliations, so it was nice to have the reminders of being a Jedi. Robes, long tunic, pants. Browns, tans, and whites. Her saber worn in the holster in her sleeve rather than kept openly on a belt. Overall, it was traditional, unassuming, and without flair.

Yet, she was a small fish in a large pond, it might be good to look unassuming. This mission was going to be different, even if she was working under Tionson again. Less of a trial run for a padawan and an apprentice, and more that she was shadowing the Master Jedi in his official political duties. The fact that they'd be working alongside the actual senator of New Alderaan seemed to reinforce this idea.

The conference room that was being prepared was also being hastily catered. Tables laden with locally available champagne and bites for dignitaries to enjoy before the actual discussions take place. She could feel the emotional threads in the room even from her seat in the hangar; the brief arguments that broke out between staff as they organized, the panic when something was spilled. The passive, meditative observation of the outpost occupied her thoughts even as her eyes kept watch over the hangar for the Senator's arrival.

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[Maxims Tionson]

Another day another diplomatic meeting waiting to happen with both experienced and inexperienced allies by his side. Still, Max had gotten along fine with Nicolas in the past and Rishe showed promise as a diplomatic Jedi herself so he had hopes that things were going to go well. Anaxes was a very central location to the Galaxy and it's destruction had caused many issues, some of which were only really being addressed now, centuries after the calamity that had actually caused it's fate.

Max was dressed in his Jedi robes rather than the suit and tie he often wore to meetings with senators and other dignitaries because he was here today as a Jedi rather than as another politician. Nicolas would have to be the only one on their side of the table suited and booted as it were which was just as well; the man's suits were still far better tailored than anything Max himself owned.

He still needed to get in contact with the Senator's tailor actually.

They arrived at the conference room before the other dignitaries and Max smiled at one of the security guards before handing the man both of his sabers, split for the time being. He had left both his stun baton and his blaster on his ship. The security guard smiled back a little bit, grateful that Max hadn't caused any kind of fuss at giving his weapons up. The same security guard would move to secure the weapons within a lockbox in one corner of the room before moving toward Rishe.

Max leaned in closer to the Padawan.

"As a gesture of good will, I suggest you surrender your lightsaber." he encouraged her with a small smile, "It's likely not something that they shall insist upon but it's a symbol of trust more than anything."

He smiled as he sat down in one of the chairs along one side of the long table set up for the meeting.

"Remind me again to make the time to visit your tailor." he told Nicolas with a wide smile, "Whenever we meet I'm always reminded of the quality of their work."

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[Nicolas Clément]

Neimoidia, Balmorra, and Chandrilia, what an odd group. Well, on the surface this seems simple, convince the representatives from those planets to fun the repairs of the Haven medical space station that's been damaged. It's the right thing to do and would net these people good PR. Of course Neimodians are involved in this, while they most certainly do not lack for funds, they are not known for their culture of selfless altruism, quite the opposite for them in fact. But who knows. Nicolas wonders if the Chandrilia representative might be someone he knows, he did have his office located on Chandrilia before the Galactic Senate was formed.

Nicolas has never been out here, from what he researched the planet Anaxes, this had a military culture, they weren't known as the 'Defender of the Core' without good reason. But the planet suffered a cataclysm and that's why the Anaxes is just asteroids, any outposts, and a fort.

The New Alderaanian arrived at the hangar in his shuttle Elysium not too long ago, he joined the Jedi in the conference room the preparations are almost finished. "Good day you two" he greeted both the Jedi, and smiled "Nice to see you again Max" he said to the Jedi Master whom he sees to be seeing much more often, not a bad thing by any means. "Well thank you as always, I'll be sure to write the address down" he smiled.

With that, he'd eye the drinks they provided. Free drinks are nice, but he thinks he will wait for until the other representives arrive, might be bad manners if they start with the drinks before they got there.

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